i believe in a thing called a blog
Thursday, March 31st, 2005blog
n : a shared on-line journal where people can post diary entries about their personal experiences and hobbies
A new cyber/cultural phenomenon is upon us and it may well inspire a plethora of angst-ridden, smart-allecky, Jessica Zafra-wannabe’s to churn out those random and mundane musings on everything and anything relating to our mortal coil. At the risk of being labeled a “sheep amongst the herd”, I too have decided to jump on the “blogwagon” and share my equally lame 2 cents worth on anything and everything that may catch my sordid fancy.
People blog for a gamut of reasons and nothing is sacred cow in this voyeuristic medium. From the straight-laced narrative of a day’s event to the mundane and philosophical observations on life and its untold mysteries, you have the unadulterated pleasure to think out loud and scream in the vastness of cyberspace. Doesn’t matter too if you’re the biggest celeb on the galaxy or the Mr/Ms Nobody-Cares-About nerd/loser. Everyone gets their just desserts and “air-time” with blog. Your 15 minutes of fame is just a few keystrokes away.
What makes this medium appealing to the Friendster generation is the ease and accessibility it offers. No more tons of notebooks to keep and pens that runs out just when you had that moment of pure genius. Your “cyberjournal” is a marvel of the technological times and a by-product of the inevitable dehumanization of all we hold dear. Helps a lot too if you’ve got an all-day broadband connection at work so jotting down those strokes of wisdom would be a breeze. Pen and paper doesn’t quite seem to cut it in this uber-modern times we live in.
So what do I wanna blog about? Politics? Movies? Music? Friends and Family? My Inner Demons and My Muses both Past and Present? Could just be the start of a long list of litanies, rants and raves and a long, discomforting, hold-on-to-your seats hurtle down memory lane replete with poignant flashbacks and nasty afterthoughts.
Bloggers of the world unite. You have nothing to lose but the chains of boredom and mental slavery…
